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three days since.
Sunday, January 14, 2007 @ 18:51
i changed my blog's skin for the 4632786th time now. i'm sorry but when you have so much time to spare at home, in front of the computer, there really is nothing much that you can do. anyway, i like this particular skin. heh.

its been 3 days now since he went to camp, they say when you've adopt a practice for four consecutive days, you will have no problems sticking to it for the weeks.. or years to come. so by tomorrow, i hope i will get used to the fact that i can only receive his "good morning sayang.." smses at 5.30am in the morning and that i can only listen to his voice at 9.45pm. and for 45 mins max.. cos they have to sleep at 10.30pm. it seems like, i also have to stick to this military regime.

actually i had a pretty exciting plan for today, i planned to do some shopping with syakila at bugis.. but i'd rather stay at home and pig on a rainy day like this. so i cuddle up in bed with a novel, went down to buy some snacks for myself and eat whatever i can find in the kitchen. my father and sisters went gallivanting at jurong point but i rather not go, or else i'll be tempted to get the papillio from world of sports (which is on sale by the way.) maybe i'll go shopping at bugis tomorrow, myself. i just hate the thought of sitting in the mrt. i mean i dont really mind being alone.. but now i have to pay the adult fare and bugis seems sooo far away, (this particularly when you're alone and paying adult fare.) these are the times i really appreciate being chauffeured around. oklah, not exactly chauffeured. haha. i still remember what happened that night on the 9th.. he was just parking his car at the car park of my flat, and when we were about to get out of the car, celine dion's my heart will go on played on the radio. sighs.. i don't know, but the damn song was a reminder of what will be the last time we'll see each other, before he goes to camp..
and to top it all up, the next song played was kci and jojo's all my life.
what coincidence.
but yeah, we didn’t stay to hear the whole song, couldn’t bear the tense atmosphere.

ok, i think i'll just go back to my novel for now and wait for 9.30 to come.
till next time. have a nice week friends.
me


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